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Serenade us now, symphonic streetlights;

mix your wistful tones deep into the night,

as we breath in, soft and strenuous,

tasting fire lilacs and draining skies.



Let our hands connect into a single strand of invincibility,

to kiss and dance to mourning violas,

while the milky galaxy above, erupts to joyous applaud.



Lush wings tremble in the breeze,

strumming on heart strings.

But my emerald eyes never alter,

for hand in hand we walk, upon sensuous seas.



The ripples are infinite, scorched by the moon,

and shadows quiver around our romantic wake.

Her lips unfold like dahlias in new bloom,

to kiss a perfumed sigh at the air.



Touching each others endless curves,

riding shivering vertebrae’s in warm embrace,

and floating upon glass whispers.....

this, is divine infinity.



So watch us walk on with sunset blossoming.

Creams and oranges twist and filter through clouds

which beam upon our skin.

But still she yearns for assurance,

that for just one more morning

we will awake in each others arms.



Well dream of ascending stairways, ma cherie,

for when the stars go out and its just me and you ,

we'll open our eyes, and you will see

that we are still dancing together

under the silhouette, of symphonic streetlights.





glasswhispers

Something has to change.

Undeniable dilemma.

Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.

Constant over stimulation numbs me

But I would not want you any other way.

Just not enough.

I need more.

Nothing seems to satisfy.

I said, I don't want it.

I just need it.

To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.



Finger deep within the borderline.

Show me that you love me and that we belong together.

Relax, turn around and take my.



I can help you change tired moments into pleasure.

Say the word and we'll be well upon our waaay.

Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within you

till you will not want me any other way.

But it's not enough.

I need more.

Nothing seems to satisfy.

I said, I don't want it.

I just need it.

To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.



Knuckle deep inside the borderline.

This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.

Relax. Slip awaaaaaaaay.



Chupa minha pica pichu

Chupa minha pica pinto



Something kinda sad about,

the way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?



How can it mean anything to me,

if I really don't feel a thing at all?



I'll, keep, digging

till I, feel, something.



Elbow deep inside the borderline.

Show me that you love me and that we belong together.

Shoulder deep within the borderline.

Relax, turn around and take my hand.

Snake Bites & Fairy Lies



Cool shards of sugar glass, prickle in candy veins

whenever my breath whispers a willow of fog upon your skin .

And those eyes harden into frozen pools of turquoise green,

until I can no longer see my reflection|noitcelfer in them.



At nightfall,

your face becomes a shadow,

twisting away like a dirty sin.

And in the mornings you remember me ….

a little less.



So I try and kiss the pink back into your lips.



Blink at my affection,

and I’ll weep ‘till the tears from my eyes collect in little rivulets,

tinkling down like sparkling stars,

which crush into your flesh.



But you'll hear nothing at all



Still,

I hold those dead hands

among a silent serenade of tender velvet rain,

staining the skin with moonlight and slivering silver.



Snake.Bites

and venomous scratches,

flutter like moth wings from my wounded lips.

Puffs of Halloween air melt into sweet little fairy lies,

and I,

.pause.



Never rush lust,

or the pitter-patter of stocklingless feet will drag through wet sand,

untiL yet an O ther red vel V et word will lay forgott E n

passionatly dying to the tune of a wilting rose.



When I sleep,

dull beads form on the window::pain::

to dance an icy waltz across discontent dreams.

The bitter taste of apples crawl across my teeth,

for this sleeping beauty will never wake up.

The hurt, becomes the hurtful.



I'm your brown haired beauty no longer.

My wings are too wet to work,

and your heart’s too cold to try.



So take me back to the start .

Leave me there, where its warm,

and you Love me…



Because I can’t kiss the pink back into your lips.









I am simply lost for words.